I kiss my way down her body, taking my time. When I settle between her thighs, I look up at her. She nods, lips parted. The first slow lick draws a broken moan from her throat. She tastes sweet and addictive. I groan against her, tongue circling her clit, then flattening to stroke firmly. I slide two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them just right. Her hips buck, fingers fisting in my hair as I work her higher, sucking gently on her clit until her thighs tremble around my shoulders and she comes apart with a soft, shuddering cry, pulsing around my fingers.
I kiss my way back up her body, giving her time to breathe. She reaches for me immediately, hands tugging at my pants. I shove them down, freeing my aching cock. Her fingers wrap around me, stroking slowly, deliberately, learning every inch. The sensation nearly undoes me.
“Bee…” I rasp.
She smiles, wicked and sweet at the same time, and pushes at my chest until I roll onto my back. She crawls over me, dark hairfalling like a curtain. Her hand strokes me once, twice, then she leans down and takes me into her mouth.
The wet heat of her lips and tongue is heaven and torture. She sucks me deep, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke. One hand pumps what she can’t take, the other cups my balls gently. I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just holding on as pleasure shoots down my spine.
“Fuck… just like that,” I groan.
She hums around me, the vibration making my hips jerk. I let her take me higher, closer to the edge, before I gently pull her off with a growl. “Not yet. I need to be inside you.”
I flip her onto her back and settle between her spread thighs. Bracing on my forearms, I look down at her flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes dark with desire. The head of my cock nudges her entrance. I push in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face as she takes me. She is hot, tight, and perfect. We both groan when I bottom out, fully seated inside her.
For a long moment we stay still, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling. Then I start to move in long, deep strokes, savoring every slide, every clench of her body around mine. She meets me thrust for thrust, legs wrapped around my waist, hands roaming over my back, nails lightly scoring my skin.
Her voice trembles, “More.”
I give it to her. The pace builds, deeper and harder, but never frantic. Every thrust feels like a claim. I reach between us to circle her clit, feeling her tighten around me as another orgasm builds. When she comes this time, it’s with a beautiful, broken cry, her walls pulsing hard around my cock, milking me.
The sensation pulls me over with her. I bury myself deep and follow, groaning her name as pleasure crashes through me in powerful waves, filling her completely.
We collapse together, breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. I roll to the side and pull her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her as the aftershocks fade. For a long moment there is only the sound of rain and our slowing heartbeats.
Then reality creeps back in.
I press a kiss to her temple, but my voice comes out rough. “This can’t compromise the job, Bee. I can’t let emotions cloud my judgment. Not when your life is still on the line.”
Isabella turns in my arms, facing me fully. Her hazel eyes are clear and fierce. She cups my face with both hands. “I’m not a liability, Jax. I’m choosing this. Choosing you. Right here, in the middle of this storm. Don’t push me away now. Not after what we just shared.”
Her words hit me hard, challenging every rule I’ve lived by. And lying here with her warm curves pressed against me, her taste still on my tongue and her scent all over my skin, I realize the battle might already be lost.
Chapter Nine - Isabella
My body still hums with the memory of what we just shared. The slow, deliberate drag of his tongue between my thighs, the thick stretch of him sliding deep inside me, the low growl vibrating through his chest as he came. Even now, after we dressed in warm clothes, his fingers trace lazy patterns along my spine, each light touch sending sparks across my skin.
I press a soft kiss to the center of his chest, right over his heart.
He exhales sharply, but his body tenses beneath me like a coiled spring. His hand stills on my back. “We can’t do this again.”
I lift my head to look at him. His storm-gray eyes are dark, conflicted, the lines of his face tight with something that looks a lot like pain. “Why not?” I ask softly. “We both felt it. We both wanted it.”
His jaw clenches. “Because wanting it doesn’t make it safe.” His voice is low, rough, and edged with frustration. “I’ve spent years keeping my distance for a reason. Emotions cloudjudgment. They slow reaction time. They get people killed. I’ve seen it happen too many times. I won’t let it happen to you.”
I trace a finger along the fresh scar on his ribs, the one he earned protecting me earlier. “You’re not going to let anything happen to me. I trust you.”
He kisses me, and I feel the war inside him. His hands slide down my back, gripping my hips like he’s trying to hold on and push me away at the same time. For a moment, the kiss deepens, heat flaring again, but then he pulls back, forehead pressed to mine, breathing ragged.
“Goddamn it, Bee,” he mutters. “You’re going to try to break every rule I have, and I’m terrified I’m going to let you.”
Before I can answer, a faint scrape of boots sounds on the wet porch outside. Then the side door explodes inward with a violent crash of splintering wood.
Cold, rain-soaked air rushes in, carrying the sharp scent of wet pine and mud. Two masked figures burst through, water streaming from their dark tactical gear. One grips a long knife that glints coldly in the lantern light, and the other holds up a gun.
Time slows.
“Jax!” I gasp, scrambling for the blanket.
